Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 58

Qi Siyu lunged forward, swiftly wrapping her arm around Gu Qing’s waist to keep her steady above the water, patting her back to help her cough up the water. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she murmured.

She wasn’t sure whether she was trying to comfort Gu Qing or herself.

Gu Qing’s coughing made her look terribly weak, but when she opened her eyes, her gaze was still calm and composed. She always maintained that sense of quiet control.

The staff following the program team were nearly scared out of their wits. A lifeguard immediately dove into the water.

Though she was a step behind Qi Siyu, the lifeguard quickly joined in helping transfer Gu Qing to the program’s boat, then back to the cruise ship.

A doctor was already on board—the same one from Gu Qing’s private hospital.

Gao Zhonghai, worried that the cast and crew—mostly from inland cities—might not be used to the coastal climate, had asked Qi Siyu, whose grandfather owned a hospital, to borrow a doctor.

And she only knew this one.

She hadn’t expected the doctor’s first assignment would be treating Gu Qing after a near-drowning.

In the medical bay, the doctor performed a quick examination. “President Qi, fortunately, no water entered her lungs. Her throat is a bit inflamed, so she should avoid talking too much for now and recover gradually. If discomfort persists, she can take some anti-inflammatories.”

“The seawater was cold—she might catch a cold, so be mindful in the coming days. There’s a shower here. Let her take a hot shower and change into dry clothes first.”

“Got it.” Qi Siyu pushed back her wet hair. “Gu Qing, take a hot shower. I’ll get someone to make you some brown sugar ginger tea.”

Gu Qing gave a soft “Mm.” Her face was pale, her clothes soaked and clinging to her, her body shivering from the cold.

Despite her condition, she still spoke to reassure Qi Siyu. “Don’t worry. I’m really okay.”

“I know,” Qi Siyu tried to smile, but it came out stiff and forced. “Go ahead.”

Qi Siyu couldn’t help blaming herself.

If she hadn’t agreed to Gao Zhonghai’s request to let Jia Junjie join Orange team, none of this would’ve happened.

If she hadn’t been leisurely rowing, thinking about making a last-minute sprint to pressure the other teams, they wouldn’t have fallen behind and been rammed by Jia Junjie’s boat.

But there were no ifs—only the reality that Gu Qing was safe, thank goodness.

Qi Siyu took a deep breath, her expression as dark as storm clouds.

This wasn’t a game. She wasn’t some all-powerful god just because she had transmigrated into a book. That kind of arrogance had now come back to bite her.

“This is the price of pride,” she muttered.

“President Qi, you’re bleeding.” The doctor carefully pointed out, “Your hand.”

Snapping out of her thoughts, Qi Siyu looked down and unclenched her fist. Her palm was bleeding from where her nails had dug in. “It’s nothing.”

Outside, Gao Zhonghai and two staff members were pacing nervously. The medical room was locked from the inside, so they could only wait.

When the door finally opened and Gao Zhonghai saw the dark look on Qi Siyu’s face, she immediately said, “We’ll report this as soon as we get ashore! The whole thing was recorded—it’s attempted murder, she won’t get away with it!”

She regretted it too. Jia Junjie had already caused so much trouble—it was clear she was unhinged, yet she’d still allowed her to participate and even provoked her.

“No need. Let things unfold as they will,” Qi Siyu said lightly, without a trace of emotion. “But leak the footage from just now. Discreetly.”

Once the livestream started, the audience would handle educating Jia Junjie for them.

“Got it. How’s Miss Gu?” Gao Zhonghai asked, peering inside. Though the lifeguard had assured her Gu Qing hadn’t inhaled much water, she had recently been in a car accident and was still recovering—she wasn’t as resilient as others.

“She’s fine. Not going to die,” Qi Siyu replied bluntly, unwilling to let others know the full extent of Gu Qing’s condition. She deserved a peaceful rest. “Have someone make that ginger tea. And where’s our luggage? I need to get her a change of clothes.”

“Right away.” Gao Zhonghai shivered at the words “not going to die.” Even though the show had insurance for all the artists, if something really happened to Gu Qing, the program might be forced off the air.

Her top concern, after all, was the show.

“Do you want to shower too?” he asked, then caught sight of the blood and scratches on Qi Siyu’s hand. Her eyelids twitched.

Qi Siyu merely replied, “Mm.”

She cranked the hot water all the way up. The scalding spray stung her face, but the pain helped ease her taut nerves.

This incident had sounded an alarm in her heart: from now on, she would never again take lightly anyone with ill intent.

When she returned to the medical bay, Gu Qing had already changed into dry clothes and was holding a cup of steaming ginger tea.

“There’s another bowl for you—drink it while it’s hot.” Gu Qing’s voice was hoarse.

“Alright. But you shouldn’t talk. Save your voice,” Qi Siyu fussed.

Gu Qing gave a faint “Mm,” clearly not taking it to heart. “You don’t need to be so anxious.”

She glanced at Qi Siyu’s hand wrapped around the cup. “This wasn’t your fault.”

Ugh, how is she so understanding? Qi Siyu’s nose stung. Tears almost spilled out.

No. No crying. She had to sever ties with that crybaby Alpha persona!

She tilted her head back and forced the tears away. “It was my fault.”

She explained her reasoning to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing’s fingers twitched. If this were Gu Xiaoling, she would probably reach out and ruffle her hair.

But this was Qi Siyu—so she simply twitched her fingers and restrained the impulse.

“If someone tries to kill you because you’re rich, do you think you’re at fault?” Gu Qing asked lightly.

“If they hurt you, doesn’t that mean you failed to protect yourself?” Qi Siyu mumbled.

Gu Qing couldn’t help it—flick!—she gave Qi Siyu a light flick to the forehead. “Drink your tea.”

Qi Siyu froze, then reached up to touch her forehead. She could still feel it—not painful, not itchy, just… strangely pleasant.

Her heart fluttered like ants crawling inside her chest.

“Alright. I’ll drink it.” She slowly lifted the bowl and took a sip.

The ginger was sharp, but the sweetness of the brown sugar balanced it out. Just like her mood—sweet and warm.

Gu Qing really did feel like a big sister, comforting her.

Overwhelmed, Qi Siyu downed the entire bowl.

“Check your phone.” Gu Qing’s voice rang out again.

Qi Siyu hurriedly set down the bowl and opened her phone. Why was she texting when she’s right in front of me?

She tapped the chat and saw a string of short videos.

#AbandonDecencyEmbraceChaos

#WhySelfSabotageWhenYouCanSabotageOthers

#RejectInnerTurmoilLongLivePettyVengeance

#It’sNotMeIt’sYouSoWhyPretendToBeNormal

“…Pfft.” Qi Siyu couldn’t hold back her laughter. She never imagined Gu Qing watched this kind of chaotic short content.

“You need training,” Gu Qing said mildly.

“I…” Qi Siyu wasn’t sure how to explain. Her guilt stemmed from dragging Gu Qing into the mess, but saying it out loud just sounded wrong.

So she nodded obediently. “I’ll train hard.”

She wondered how Gu Qing had dealt with pain and internal struggles as a child.

But she couldn’t ask.

Even if they had grown closer—like a tiny rowboat of friendship floating gently on the lake between them—there were still boundaries that couldn’t be crossed.

When they reached the shore, Qi Siyu took Gu Qing straight to the nicest house prepared for guests.

They were the first team to arrive. That thought made Qi Siyu chuckle to herself.

The filming location was a modern seaside fishing village where every family had built their own small villa—white walls, red tiles, picture-perfect.

“Miss Gu, Miss Qi, please get in—the residence is still a short ride away.” A staff member drove up in an electric tricycle.

Qi Siyu effortlessly lifted Gu Qing into the tricycle’s cargo seat, then stepped in herself. “Alright, let’s go.”

Gu Qing stared at Qi Siyu’s arms. They weren’t bulky—just smooth, lean lines. When relaxed, there were no visible muscles.

And yet, those arms carried such power. Much like Qi Siyu herself: ever since her change in demeanor, she had become a vessel of endless energy.

Like a Pandora’s box—Gu Qing couldn’t be sure what lay inside: blessing or curse.

The village roads were well-paved, and the tricycle ride was smooth.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at an open lot.

Ahead were beautiful villas, but behind were shabby houses—some barely standing, practically condemned.

“Don’t worry, Miss Qi. They look dangerous, but the show hired a team to reinforce or rebuild them. Guest safety is guaranteed!”

The best accommodations were the villas. Next best were the regular houses. Worse were the dilapidated ones.

The worst? No house at all—just a sleeping bag.

The village was damp and fishy from the sea, and the recent rain didn’t help.

Last place was in for a rough time.

Qi Siyu and Gu Qing were placed in a villa’s top floor—each with a bedroom, and a shared garden balcony.

Convenient for late-night visits.

“When the livestream starts, just close your eyes and sleep. Want some headphones?” Qi Siyu asked.

Gu Qing nodded.

“Maybe I should stay with you instead of going over. It’s just the host babbling anyway. At most, I would get to see Jia Junjie fuming.”

“Go,” Gu Qing replied calmly. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

The near-drowning hadn’t been too serious—aside from a sore throat, she felt fine now.

“Alright.” Qi Siyu sighed. A livestream of Gu Qing lying weakly in bed would stir curiosity among viewers.

Let them uncover the truth on their own—they’d be far angrier than if Qi Siyu explained it.

She stepped outside, growing more convinced she should attend.

Since she was already here, she might as well go see.

Sure enough, the last group was Jia Junjie and Bai Ming’an—and only one of them was allowed a sleeping bag.

That’s right—the other person got nothing and had to fend for themselves at night.

Coastal nights were chilly. One slip and you could catch a cold.

A minor illness wasn’t a big deal—but if it affected performance, that was a problem.

Jia Junjie and Bai Ming’an were bickering, both wanting the sleeping bag.

Jia Junjie sneered, “You’re an Omega—you barely helped row. Why should you get the sleeping bag?!”

Bai Ming’an snapped back, “If you hadn’t rammed Gu Qing’s boat, we wouldn’t have wasted time and come in last!”

Qi Siyu arrived just in time to hear this. Her expression darkened instantly.

The host let them argue for content before stepping in. “Let’s settle this with rock-paper-scissors. Best of five wins the sleeping bag.”

No cheating—just luck.

They agreed. Jia Junjie lost—badly.

Her face turned stormy, almost as dark as Qi Siyu’s earlier.

When she saw Qi Siyu, she glanced behind her, clearly looking for someone—and brightened slightly when Gu Qing wasn’t there.

Is Gu Qing out of the game?

Qi Siyu caught the flicker of glee in her eyes and barely stopped herself from punching it right off her face.

“Gu Qing is resting. I’ll be joining the opening segment in her place. Don’t worry—she’s unwell, but she’ll make it through the next three days just fine.” Qi Siyu said with a half-smile as she stared Jia Junjie down.

Jia Junjie’s smugness disappeared instantly.

Then something else came to mind, and she smirked again—definitely up to no good.

But that smirk didn’t last long.

This time, the show wasn’t using drones but handheld cameras operated by tall, muscular Alphas hired at high pay—ready to intervene if anything dangerous occurred.

Gu Qing’s room had a fixed camera. Her feed and Qi Siyu’s outdoor feed were streamed side-by-side.

As the livestream began and viewers poured in, they were stunned by the split-screen.

Then they noticed Gu Qing lying pale in bed while Qi Siyu was outdoors with the host and other guests.

The chat exploded in confusion—some worried for Gu Qing, others curious what had happened.

Especially Gu Qing’s fanbase—the “Detective Squad.” They had gathered clues to surprise her at the livestream’s start.

But now?

She looked… sick.